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The lies are too obvious !

poetry is fraud

Dead

Useless ****

we DON ' T          love !

( it's obvious )

naked horror walks the streets

This and the ugly high school girls

Dreaming of his holy *****

To drown tomorrow ' s sorrows

In surrealistic flames !

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Dreams of your own !

Past the obviously fraudulent stories

Of fantasy life  !

The wordy ******* in their sub human slumber

Babbling inanities

Their peculiarities

The infinite  retelling

Of the story

Of our useless

Love

And

The cowardly way

We always run & hide



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There has always been
This part of me that is all
Passion and wild and will
Not be tamed. We refuse
To be caged. We refuse
To be beta, we will so be
Persuaded by only mother
Nature. Just her and I, this
Fierce will of messy curls
And witch eyes.

"why is that door closed?"
"because the room is a mess."
you opened the door
and skipped across the floor
and bounced onto my bed
"You have a comfy bed!"
and so it began

i am like smoke.
i slip between your fingers just when you think you have a strong grasp.
i darken your lungs and make it harder for you to breathe.
i fill the air, causing you to choke.
you have been burnt, and i am the smoke;
i remind you of the fire that scorched your flesh.
i creep upon you, forcing you to inhale me.
i awaken the slow, subtle destruction from within your bones.
i am like smoke, and i will dismantle every ***** in your body.

i am smoke, and i do not wish to harm you.
but you, more than any other, know that one cannot help their nature.